part of the service, and could see no fault in it. There was no spiritual grace that had not been sought, no mercy for which thanks had not been returned. In the afternoon he again took his seat in the house of God, and again was solemnized and interested. The warm yet chastening worship had touched his heart. The evening was spent by the stranger with his newly made friends. Words of wisdom and piety fell from the lips of the venerable Mr. N. He did not speak of the peculiarities of his own Church, but the beauty of holiness was his theme. Early the next morning Col. T― left that cottage of piety and peace. As he pressed the hand of his friend at parting, he said, in a low tone, "I hope my detention has been for the best in more ways than

one."

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Col. T

with his family are now regular attendants of the Episcopal Church in the beautiful town of W, and he is one of its most generous supporters.

He dates his interest in it, and the removal of his prejudices, to his visit to the cottage of L-, and within its holy precincts I trust he

is so learning to walk in his Redeemer's footsteps here, that he may eventually cherish a well-grounded hope of meeting Him in the Church Triumphant.

THE SUNDAY SCHOLAR.

Was not our Lord a little child,
Taught by degrees to pray;
By father dear and mother mild
Instructed day by day?

KEBLE.

A YEAR or two since, I was associated with a Sunday School in a city of the far south. Its aspect was very different from that of the schools connected with the churches in the middle and northern states; no rosy cheeks and bright eyes, but, in their place, pale and sallow faces and languid expressions.

There was a want of spirit and animation throughout-in the teachers and scholars-in the tones of each voice and the movements of each body. But still, it was a blessed place; for it is always blessed to see a group of young immortals, with the two paths yet before them, collected to learn the way that leadeth unto life.

During the short period that I was allowed to teach in that school, many incidents occurred

-for in a southern latitude all is change-nothing seems to last beyond a season; death lingers in the first warm breathings of spring, and the pestilent vapours of disease are inhaled with the fragrance and balm of the summer evening.

In my own little band much transpired to interest and move my feelings, besides the gradual advancement of each pupil in the knowledge that maketh wise to salvation.

There was one sweet, blue-eyed boy, whose quiet manner and meek, attentive look interested me from the first. He seemed to drink in instruction like water, and to thirst for more when the exercises were over. Whenever he heard the story of the Saviour's death and sufferings, or of His love for little children, his earnest eye would be fixed in breathless attention, till it was dimmed with tears. We used to call him our little minister, and fondly looked forward to the time when he should preach the "unsearchable riches of Christ." But God had a nobler work for his son. He took him in the morning and spared him the burden and heat of the day! The tidings of his death

reached me soon after I left that part of the

country. A friend thus wrote "I saw him the day before his death. He seemed quite insensible, so much was he occupied by his sufferings; once he brightened-when I spoke of his Sunday school class."

There was a little girl among them also-a child of the fairest promise. She was always in her place in all extremes of weather. One Sunday it was intensely cold, a most unusual day for a southern winter; she was among the few that braved it; but her last lesson was said! That night she was attacked by a fever which, in a few days, carried her to the grave. She died with her little Prayer Book under her pillow, and the last ray of reason was given to that precious volume.

The same fever that had thus thinned my numbers, laid low a little boy belonging to the class of a fellow teacher, whose patient labours are registered in heaven.

He was the only child of his parents-the centre of all their hopes, fears and anxieties. He had been attacked with unusual violence, and friends, physicians, nurses, all but-parents, felt that he must die.

The disease was reaching its crisis, when I